Self-Aware

The black-haired boy sat on the bed, staring blankly at the wall. His eyes wide with shock and confusion, his mind raced. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and panic-induced sweating, he finally calmed down.

"Okay… deep breaths… in and out…" He exhaled slowly, before letting his head fall back on the pillow. "Alright, so… if I'm not hallucinating, this body's memories just confirmed I'm in *'I Got the Strongest System and Became an Overpowered Hero with Ex Luck Blessing.'*"

A pause. A frown.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," he muttered. His hands clutched his forehead as the weight of the situation started to sink in. "*This* trash novel? Of all the worlds in all the universes, I get dumped into *this* cliched harem mess?!"

Rama—no, that wasn't right anymore. In this world, the body's name was Raja—finally sat up, his brows furrowed. "Wait a second," he said, "if I'm in a novel... does that mean..." He glanced around, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at the ceiling, as if he could somehow see beyond the fabric of reality.

"Oh, great," he grumbled, crossing his arms. "So, there's probably some bored god or... author or reader's... reading about my tragic life right now, huh?" He turned his head sharply, as if addressing the invisible audience. "Hey! You there! Yeah, you, the one writing this. What gives?! Out of all the 1,000+ novels I've read, including fanfictions and stuff I didn't even *want* to remember, you drop me into this dumpster fire of a story, Author?"

(-_- #)

He paused dramatically, before sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Alright, fine, whatever. Let's just get this over with."

With a shake of his head, he flopped back on the bed. "So, apparently, I'm in a world destined to get destroyed. Yup. Everything—gone. Except for the original MC and his fifty... *fifty*... wives and few important characters. Like, what even is that? Fifty wives? That's not a harem, that's a population."

He rolled his eyes, then muttered under his breath, "Lucky bastard for getting strongest system or whatever."

But the annoyance quickly returned. "And why this world? The whole place gets obliterated by some Demon God, and *only* the main character gets a happy ending. The rest of us? Extras, mobs, side characters—whatever you want to call us—we're just collateral damage!"

Rama—no, Raja—stood up, pacing in frustration. "I'm not even the hero, not the villain... I'm just... *extra*." He stopped, glaring out of the window. "King of the extras, at your service," he said with a sarcastic flourish. "Which is ironic because my name is Raja. Get it? *Raja,* like *king*? King of the mobs, the guy who's destined to get zero screen time in original novel." He chuckled bitterly. "Fantastic. Just *fantastic.*"

Then his eyes wandered, and a look of curiosity crossed his face. "Well, I guess there's one silver lining," he said with a mischievous grin. "Let's see if there's been any 'improvements' to the body."

A few seconds later, he peeked into his pants and smirked. "Okay, okay, I see you, little brother. Definitely better and bigger than the last one. Props to whoever's in charge of this new character design." He gave a small nod of approval, before snapping back to reality.

Moving toward the chair by the window, he sat down and breathed in the fresh air, his eyes closing as the breeze touched his face. "*Real* fresh air," he whispered. "Not that smog-filled stuff we had on Earth. Hey, Earth readers, take care of the planet, okay? Trust me."

After a long moment, he sighed and sat back, crossing his arms. "Alright, back to business. You probably want to know why I hate this world and why this novel sucks so much. Well, buckle up, 'cause it's a long list. Where do we even begin?"

He scratched his head, frowning. "Honestly, I forgot most of the plot. Why would I bother remembering a story I hated? Seriously, do any of you remember every detail of something you *loathed*? No? Didn't think so."

Still, as he dug deeper into the memories of his new body, bits and pieces of the novel's story started flooding back. Raja closed his eyes and groaned.

"Ah, crap. It's all coming back to me now... I can already feel the headache." He sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "Alright, let's do this."

"Okay, listen up, because this is where I realized the universe just loves to mess with me. So picture this—I'm reading this novel, *I Got Strongest System and Became Overpowered Hero with Luck Blessing* (yeah, that's a mouthful). At first, it was… decent. Like, your usual power fantasy garbage. I made it 500 chapters in before it hit me. This wasn't just any novel—it was a **harem** novel. A harem novel with no **harem tag**! Can you believe that? You wouldn't catch me dead reading this cringe if I'd known that from the start! But I was already 500 chapters deep, so... I hate and read the rest 780 chapters. (Total 1380)"

*(Looks at the readers with an expression of regret)*

"And let me tell you, this was a dumpster fire of tropes and bad writing. Enter the OG protagonist, Grey, a commoner with a system—surprise, surprise. What's his tragic backstory, you ask? His village gets wiped out by demons at age seven. Groundbreaking stuff, right? So he trains hard… Well, *lucky*—remember that word—lucky Grey gets into Great Avalon Academy, and instead of, you know, actually focusing on saving the world, he starts rescuing every beautiful woman he meets. He gains exp by killing monsters, villains or strong opponents And bam! Suddenly, Grey's playing Hero of Justice with a side of Cringe Romance. You can guess what happens next—jade beauties falling from the sky into his arms, villains getting flattened because 'JUSTICE' or whatever, and every noble who crosses him ends up humiliated or dead. He won't see or try to help them. He collects powerful items and Beauties. Then he gains overpowered skills."

*(Sighs, shaking his head)*

"And of course, the plot wouldn't be complete without a final boss, right? Enter the Demon God, the **SSS-rank** walking apocalypse. And he was build up from the start of the story. Also no one reached SSS rank in entire story. All races tried their best to reach SS rank even then they are no match for Demon God. Meanwhile, Grey's barely an **SS** rank, but he's got plot armor thicker than a castle wall. After a bunch of random stuff like the Ruler of hell suddenly showing up for no reason, (yes, no build-up for hell ruler, he suddenly appeared in this story). Then Hell Ruler and the principal of Great Avalon academy fought with him, guess what they both died in Demon God hands brutally. And somehow Grey absorbs Hell Ruler essence, goes **SSS**, and then somehow—*somehow*—wins the fight with his *harem*. Because why wouldn't they also magically survive the end of the world? Yeah. The world gets nuked because of Demon God and his army, but don't worry—Grey and his 50 wives with his few important characters are just fine (small amount of Other races people so he could rule them like a king) , chilling in their new dimension where Grey's apparently the king."

*(Raja glares at the readers)*

"And now I'm here, stuck in this dumpster fire of a story, living as an extra who's *probably* supposed to die before any of this even goes down. But not if I have anything to say about it."

"At first this novel is good and mc is focused on his goal. But that idiot author suddenly changed his story to Harem."